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The explosion was heard for miles. All radio traffic stopped, cars disabled, buildings deserted. All this happened after the nuke was set off. Everyone went into the underground base now known as the First Resistance Base. The base contained at least 1000 people, including you. First Resistance Base Broadcast: Attention, everyone…..we will go back up to the surface in a few hours. Pack everything you own. Form up into small groups and head up to the surface. God bless you all…..and by the way…..watch out for the fucking zombies.

“It’s about time they let us out of this putrid hole!” Zed exclamated, in a odd form of relief and excitement. “I’ve been waiting for this day since I got here.” He began packing up what he has brought with him, which wasn’t much. The bonesaw and the naval axe attached to his waist and most of his surgical equipement in his labcoat, Zed fixed his glasses onto his face and started moving. “Now, to find myself some bodyguards”.

Alex looked around seeing mobs of people panicking, while hastily gathering what little supplies they had. “This is a really bad week.” Alex muttered. After packing he started heading at a brisk pace for the exit. He was anxious to get out and he figured it was better to leave earlier then stay. Besides there really wasn’t anything for him here, not anymore. All he knew was once he got out, he’d probably never see anyone again.

Scurring around with the rest of the survivors, the retired doctor’s eyes were scanning each and every person nearby. For his experiments to work he needed a good entourage, that fitted his personal criteria. As he was filtering the herd, his eyes fell upon Alex West.“Wasn’t that the man that left the bunker after arriving to try and bring in more survivors?” he thought to himself. “Brave, I like it”. In an attempt to appear subtle, he slowly started turning his direction towards Mr.West. Once he was close enough, he tried to start the conversation. “You seem quite ready for this” he pointed out “Alot people here seem terrified of leaving safety, but you, you seem almost as eager as me to get out of here.”

Alex turned around to see Zed talking to him, after hearing what he had to say he sighed and said. “I’m not eager to go back out there, in fact i’d wish we could just all stay here and live something that actually resembles a peaceful life. Out there, there’s zombies, bandits, pain, and destruction. Anyways my name is Alex what’s yours?” Alex held out his hand to shake Zed’s.

Ezekiel Yoder
For a moment, Zeke looked over the spartan bunk he’d been housed in since the last time he smelled fresh air. Simple bed, footlocker in the corner, and a cruel poster that resembled an open window looking towards a crisp farm morning. Ezekiel was not a cursing man, but damn did he hate that room.
His steady hand bore down at the teasing paper from the top, crumpling it to a heap as it fell off the concrete wall to the concrete floor. His bag was packed and the room was empty of anything of value. A buzzing light fell silent and a heavy door shut for the last time.
Though still filled with a flood of refugees, Zeke couldn’t help but notice a significant decrease in volume. Either some had returned to those cells they called rooms to wait, or more likely a group had already left for the surface.
With purpose, the Amish man plodded slowly through the traffic, contemplating what his future may hold. On his way out during the frequent shouting over the speakers, he passed a middle-aged doctor and a shaggy-haired youth. Zeke paused, suddenly realizing the dangers the surface could pose. Perhaps an alliance could be beneficial?
He approached the two, hoping to be noticed amongst the confusion and death being presented by a distant major against a rising horde.

Ezekiel Yoder
For a moment, Zeke looked over the spartan bunk he’d been housed in since the last time he smelled fresh air. Simple bed, footlocker in the corner, and a cruel poster that resembled an open window looking towards a crisp farm morning. Ezekiel was not a cursing man, but damn did he hate that room.
His steady hand bore down at the teasing paper from the top, crumpling it to a heap as it fell off the concrete wall to the concrete floor. His bag was packed and the room was empty of anything of value. A buzzing light fell silent and a heavy door shut for the last time.
Though still filled with a flood of refugees, Zeke couldn’t help but notice a significant decrease in volume. Either some had returned to those cells they called rooms to wait, or more likely a group had already left for the surface.
With purpose, the Amish man plodded slowly through the traffic, contemplating what his future may hold. On his way out during the frequent shouting over the speakers, he passed a middle-aged doctor and a shaggy-haired youth. Zeke paused, suddenly realizing the dangers the surface could pose. Perhaps an alliance could be beneficial?
He approached the two, hoping to be noticed amongst the confusion and death being presented by a distant major against a rising horde.

Alex follows Hackson’s orders and enters the base, he seeks refuge in what used to be his small cramped room. He waits for Zed to come in yet its difficult to locate him in the mass of panicking people.

Zeke
Zeke could feel a rumble, as if something big was coming. Allies could wait, there was something dangerous now, he thought. He sped back into the deeps of the base, steeling himself for an assault. It turned out he’d need to open his door at least a few more times.

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